He's fortunate she doesn't find him an utter bore, with how he can go on at times - but occasionally, it doesn't feel like his mouth can keep up with whatever's going through his mind. Now's one of those times, his thoughts ricocheting like bad shots, one after another. One thing, and then another, but obviously this other thing, and then there's - on and on again.
As always, she can cut neatly to the heart of things; it's the hunter in her, even when her prey is all metaphorical. A smile takes him over, all affection, and perhaps some of the pride she describes. It's not a change he sees in himself, but if she says it exists, he believes her. The thought is gratifying, that being here steadies him somehow.
"It's hard to imagine anywhere else coming close." If she'd had some attachment to her own ancestral ties - but she doesn't, and he can hardly blame her. The alternative to Whitestone would be someplace new to them both, and they'd have no meaningful influence on the lives of the people around them. Here, he thinks they could do real good.
Vex gives her left hand a significant look, and it's not the exertion that colors his cheeks. At some point, he'll have to talk to Cassandra alone, see if there's any hope of turning up their mother's jewelry. (He can half imagine Delilah poaching from it, mixing it into her wardrobe as one last fuck you to them all. The idea burns him up, even now, but if it meant that the de Rolo jewels survived, he'd take it.) There's a particular ring he's thinking of - but it hardly matters right now. "I will...though I think we'd both enjoy the honeymoon more if we wait until I can pick you up again."
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Date: 2025-01-05 05:28 am (UTC)As always, she can cut neatly to the heart of things; it's the hunter in her, even when her prey is all metaphorical. A smile takes him over, all affection, and perhaps some of the pride she describes. It's not a change he sees in himself, but if she says it exists, he believes her. The thought is gratifying, that being here steadies him somehow.
"It's hard to imagine anywhere else coming close." If she'd had some attachment to her own ancestral ties - but she doesn't, and he can hardly blame her. The alternative to Whitestone would be someplace new to them both, and they'd have no meaningful influence on the lives of the people around them. Here, he thinks they could do real good.
Vex gives her left hand a significant look, and it's not the exertion that colors his cheeks. At some point, he'll have to talk to Cassandra alone, see if there's any hope of turning up their mother's jewelry. (He can half imagine Delilah poaching from it, mixing it into her wardrobe as one last fuck you to them all. The idea burns him up, even now, but if it meant that the de Rolo jewels survived, he'd take it.) There's a particular ring he's thinking of - but it hardly matters right now. "I will...though I think we'd both enjoy the honeymoon more if we wait until I can pick you up again."